contalasa
@contalasa
Beneath the marrow-pale hush of glaciers coughs a river, breath bruised with silt. It hammers bone-white walls into dust, grinding psalms into gravel. I kneel, tongue raw with ice, and drink the gospel flayed from stone by water’s hunger.
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bendaynay
@hodoi
Rain doesn’t fall anymore; it peels sky open.
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